Violet, I composed this when I was holding you;
you are six months old.
The weight of us -
our composition,
a combined atomic number
of our elements
which were one once and always will be enjoined
must be the mass of compassion
I say a Mass of Compassion
whenever I hold you
I become greater than the sum of my parts
entwined in a mystical union
with you, because of you,
transcending
Confession, contrition, prayers, gratitude
Being your mother has made me
In love,
jillian
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